Sitting under the tree,
where we used to lie down.

dear friend,
passing the paths,
which once were taken.

Reminiscing the memories,
Some making me cry,
Some making me laugh.

Not easy for me to belie,
You are no more,
Hard to belief no more dreams,
No more life.

No more me.

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